Web Of Lies • Completed

Web Of Lies ~ Chapter 1

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I'm stuck, strapped to a chair. They think I'm crazy. Mental. Insane. Where am I? I don't have a clue. Who am I? I don't really care, nobody does. It wasn't my fault, I promise, it was an accident. They told me to do it. Those voices in my head, yes they told me to. It was the voices. I swear it wasn't me; at least, I don't think it was. How would I know? I've been blamed all too much. They tell me to stop. I cant. I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.

[[YES IT IS A BMTH REFERENCE LEAVE ME ALONE SHHHHH]]

Today they dissect my brain, they want to see what's wrong. Nothing, I'm fine, I'm okay. I lied, I'm not. No.. no I'm fine it wasn't me, it was them. They kept blaming me. I thought we were a family, laughing, having fun. Oh how wrong I was...

Sitting in the freezing ice box of a kitchen, the slightest of noises echoing off the grimy tiles, I wait.

"I'll make you breakfast"

Liar.

Comes a familiar voice. A grouchy one, it could only be my father. I show a gentle yet wide grin, just enough for him to notice, while at the same time not wanting to look like the Cheshire Cat. Glancing over at him, I study his movements. He reluctantly heaves a slice of toast into the rusty toaster, as if he had just lifted a train; but only one slice, most likely mouldy and stale. Delicious. Grunting, he shuffles off, dragging himself to the TV, throwing his weight onto the couch. I watch. Observe. That's not the man I want to be. I start thinking about all the different names he has for me, his lifeless snores filling the room. Thoughts floating away, dreams taking over, I stare into the distance.

As I'm submerged in my imagination, I hear a faint beeping. In my imagination it's my alarm, it is an alarm. Not my alarm. Crying. It's the next thing I hear. A bang and an ear piercing shriek. I snap back into reality, rubbing my eyes. Smoke, flames, my little brother trapped in the midst of it. Inhaling sharply, smoke filling and engulfing my lungs, I see him, tears streaming down his face like a pure calm river, a direct contrast to his surroundings. I yell for my dad. He tells me to shut up, followed by the usual train of abusive vocabulary. Another yell and this time he flinches, eyes wide surveying the scene. His first reaction; swearing. Diving into the heat of it all, he grabs my brother, dragging him away, holding him close, as precious and as pure as the stream of tears that continue to flow down his face, my father putting out the fire. He calms him, relaxing him while I proceed to panic in the corner. There's no care given for me, just a simple retort.

"You can shut up, you're useless, you had one miniscule job and you couldn't even do that right"

Liar.

I try to back myself up with please of "I'm sorry" "You said you were doing it", but I'm shut down before I've even started.